Like a child denied their favourite lolly, tears pricked at the corners of Elvis's eyes. His lips wobbled and his cheeks flushed as tears began to drop down his cheeks. He had thought his words and mere presence would be enough to keep the cold human with the group, his cuteness proof enough that he and his friends were worthwhile... But now he's been proven wrong, and knows for sure that his cuteness may not suit everyone.
Elvis glances back to the table again, as if anyone there might comfort him or help. Yet, all the humans appeared to be glad that Ice was leaving their party, their remarks anything but regretful to see the male human go. Elvis wasn't sure Neptune or Ashe would be much more help either.
Desperate, he took another step towards Ice, not entirely sure why he was risking more tears by following the young man with such a biting tongue.
"But... " Elvis starts, before hearing Ice mentioning aliens. Ice liked aliens? Elvis was an alien! But Elvis wasn't meant to reveal as much to the humans, they had all agreed. And yet... Elvis didn't like being disliked, plus he was partially desperate to make Ice stay and make Ice like him. So, before he or his alien friends could stop him, words started to spill from Elvis's mouth,
"I'm an alien, you can study me! " Elvis once again took a step after Ice, his voice louder than anticipated and able to clearly reach the table he had so recently vacated. Not that he gave them a thought as he desperately attempted to make Ice stay. He even ignored the whispering group of girls who had heard his declaration and were calling him a weirdo behind their hands. Not all that subtly.
Weirdo was just another word for cute, right?
Elvis was not sure how he might go about proving he was an alien aside from offering his word that he was born in another galaxy. If he took off his human disguise the humans might not find him cute. Even though he had been frequently assured on his home planet that he was simply adorable... Or at least a word he's sure equals the human word adorable. But one could never be too sure with how cuteness translated to other species.
So he would have to offer his word instead and hope that was enough.
Elvis glances back to the table again, as if anyone there might comfort him or help. Yet, all the humans appeared to be glad that Ice was leaving their party, their remarks anything but regretful to see the male human go. Elvis wasn't sure Neptune or Ashe would be much more help either.
Desperate, he took another step towards Ice, not entirely sure why he was risking more tears by following the young man with such a biting tongue.
"But... " Elvis starts, before hearing Ice mentioning aliens. Ice liked aliens? Elvis was an alien! But Elvis wasn't meant to reveal as much to the humans, they had all agreed. And yet... Elvis didn't like being disliked, plus he was partially desperate to make Ice stay and make Ice like him. So, before he or his alien friends could stop him, words started to spill from Elvis's mouth,
"I'm an alien, you can study me! " Elvis once again took a step after Ice, his voice louder than anticipated and able to clearly reach the table he had so recently vacated. Not that he gave them a thought as he desperately attempted to make Ice stay. He even ignored the whispering group of girls who had heard his declaration and were calling him a weirdo behind their hands. Not all that subtly.
Weirdo was just another word for cute, right?
Elvis was not sure how he might go about proving he was an alien aside from offering his word that he was born in another galaxy. If he took off his human disguise the humans might not find him cute. Even though he had been frequently assured on his home planet that he was simply adorable... Or at least a word he's sure equals the human word adorable. But one could never be too sure with how cuteness translated to other species.
So he would have to offer his word instead and hope that was enough.